There was a boy named Acro, and as of right now, he's in quite the situation. He's inside a penthouse chained up by his hands and feet. In front of him was his favorite pop star, his favorite youtuber, and... his best friend: Winter. She had long platinum light blonde hair with soft bangs partially covering her golden-yellow eyes, with a gentle curl framing one side while the rest flows past her shoulders in a smooth, slightly wavy style. She had fair skin with a noticeable blush on her cheeks and long. She wears a thin-strapped, translucent, low-cut light-colored top or dress, loosely draped, with a black undergarment visible underneath. She has such a cute face that even without makeup, she had no blemish with the execotion of the bags under her eyes, exemplifying her exhaustion and her lack of sleep. And she had a curvy hourglass figure that could make any guy whip their head around with her large chest, slim waist, plump butt, and thick thighs.
"W-Winter, what are you doin-" he tried to exclaim. But she gently pressed her finger against his lips before he could finish.
"Shh, no need to panic, pumpkin. You're safe here." She gives him that smile. The same warm, gentle smile and stare with her eyes that could guilt the truth out of anyone. It was somehow both so adorably innocent and sinfully sexy. "Safe with me."
"What did you... do to me?"
"What did I do?" She gave a gentle chuckle. "Oh, pumpkin, the real question is what do you want me to do for you?"
"What?"
"The time I've spent with you this past year were the happiest times in my life. As a naive star thrown into the industry, I never really got to have a real friend or finish having a normal high school life. But despite you being a massive fan of mine, you still treated me like... a girl. I wasn't a tool, or a sex object, or a rival, or anything that. I was just a girl and a friend, and that made me happy, so let's combine the two."
"Wait, you don't mean-"
She cupped his cheeks and leaned in closer to him, to the point where he could smell her warm, strawberry breath breathing against his face. "I want you to be my boyfriend."
"W-Why me? I'm not really... all that. I think you'd be happier with some one bette-"
Suddenly, the calm, kind, and compose Winter let's triggered and looked down at him with disgusted, horrifying eyes. She smacks him across the face.
"Don't you dare insult the man I love..."
"..."
"Good boy."
She sits on his sat and hands on by his shoulders. She hugged my face into her large, soft boobs.
"I won't force you to be my boyfriend. I want you to love me for me, after all. And I didn't want you to love me if you couldn't accept all of me. Including... this more devoted side of me. But think about it. I'd shower you. All my millions of dollars. We'll their yours too now. You want a new car or even a yacht? Just ask, and I'll buy it right away. Or maybe you don't care for money. I have a body even a goddess would envy. And don't think I don't catch you staring. It will be all yours. And with my stamina, I have the ability to please you in every way possible. Or maybe you'd prefer something more innocent and wholesome. Maybe just watch some anime together and cuddle." chuckled softly again. "That's my favorite idea. Just the two of us. Our arms wrapped around each other. I always dreamed about just laying in bed with you and snuggling together. Just the two of us in wholesome bliss forever. Whatever you want, so long as it's not being in the spotlight or leaving me, I'll do for you... or at least try. So, please give me a chance."
You're probably wondering how he got into this situation. Well, let me take you back 340 days ago, when he first met his best friend.
As he said, his name was Acro. Acro Sherinduwe. He has short, soft, light brown hair with layered, slightly tousled strands and large, teal-green eyes with a gentle gradient paired with fair skin. He was wearing a formal, vintage-style outfit consisting of a white shirt with a high collar, a large white bow tie, and a dark vest with decorative buttons. It was his favorite outfit because it was the one his dad gave to him before passing away. Over it, he has a red-toned coat with fur trim at the shoulders, along with white gloves, a choker, and a decorative brooch at the collar.
He was getting ready in the morning to head to his job as a technician. He had to wake up super early to get through commute traffic. And even then, still have a 3 hours total commute every weekday. And one way he got through this was by listening to his favorite singer the whole way: Springfield. She was named thst because she was beautiful, warm, and inviting as a Springfield.
She blew up a few years ago doing covers of songs on YouTube and also doing content reviewing and talking about anime she enjoyed. She was kind, pretty, and had the most beautiful voice you ever heard. Her lyrical talent was also incredible.
(Author's note: Ok... listen. For reference, he will sometimes pull from real-world songs and just say it was her who made it in universe. He knows it's lazy, and he's technically a song written in real life, so he doesn't have much of an excuse, but he doesn't feel like creating new lyrics every time. Ok, anyways, back to the story.)
As he came back from work, he parked in his garage and went to the kitchen to make dinner. But he realized he was almost out of food. So, he went to the grocery store. It was only 3 minutes from his house, so there was no need to get his car. He just walked there. However, as he was passing the park that was between his house and the grocery store, he saw a woman crying on the bench. Her makeup was tearing up off her face, and her mascara was dripping down her cheek.
Was that... Springfield? She looked just like her. Well, it's probably a bad idea to approach her along at night... but...